A.. -.LITTLE TOTTIEATTHE SEASIDE.SOT many miles from where Tottie lived, in the oldfarm-house we have told you about in another ofTottie's books, there was a famous watering place.Every autumn Tottie was taken to breathe thepure fresh air, and play in the beautiful unbroken sunshineof this charming sea coast. There were the most pleasantof sands, stretching away smoothly down to where thebright waves were rolling and curling and casting theirgems of pebbles, and shells, and pretty sea-weeds, to yourfeet.Tottie used to see with delight the great ships, with theirmighty wings, gliding' over the sea, and the little fishingboats tossing over the waves; and the great steamerscleaving their way through the quiet waters, which theythrew scornfully aside with ,their great paddle-wheels, as ifin forgetfulness of the terrible power of that mighty seawhen it grew angry and the storms came.STottie, with her great blue eyes wide open, used towonder what made the restless waves always rise and fall,and whether the swift sea-birds did not sometimes get tired

and fall into the deep water; and whether, when they didfall, they were like the ducks in her pond at-home, andcould swim.She used to have such merry games with the waves andher own two dimpled naked feet. The waves would runaway from those rosy little feet, and Tottie would laugh,oh! so merrily, as the feet ran after them. And the waveswould run after her darling little feet, and the nimble littlefeet' would run back, Tottie laughing still. The waves usedto throw its pebbles and shells after her as she ran away,and that made her laugh. The waves used sometimes tosprinkle her with its spray, and that miade her laugh louder;and sometimes the waves would overtake those pretty littlefeet, and bathe her dear little legs right up over her dimpledknees, and that made her laugh the loudest.It was such a merry, merry time, and oh! how Tottiedid love her new playmate, the beautiful bright green sea!LITTLE TOTTIE IN THE GARDENS.At the seaside where Tottie was staying with hermamma and papa, there were such delightful gardens.There were great horse-chestnut trees cut into arches; therewere beds of bright gay flowers, and broad gravel walks; andin the centre there was the large hotel in which they werestopping, such a fine building, with more windows than youcould count, with a dome-shaped roof on the highest part

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of it, with railings all round its top, and a flag flying whichwas altered every day. One day it was a French flag, andon the next it was an English flag, and on the third day itwas a German flag, and so on.SLittle Tottie looked lovingly at the gay flowers, andwonderingly at the great grand hotel, and was delighted tofind so many merry little companions in its gardens. Sheused to run up and down the steps of the terraces, andwheel her dolly about in a smart new perambulator, anddance to, the music of her own merry laughter, and be ashappy and light-hearted as the summer days were brightand long, Wherever she went she found something to loveand admire, so wherever she went Tottie was happy. If shehad only looked for things that were unpleasant and not tobe admired, of course she could have found them and beenmiserable, but little Tottie wanted to be merry and happy,and so she did not look for such things, and not looking forsuch things, so she did not find them, Between you andme and the post, this was very wise of Little Tottie.LITTLE TOTTIE'S WORLD OF WONDERS.On the sea-beach Tottie found no end of wonders. Itwas all so fresh and new to her, that she didn't knowwhich of all the wonderful things she saw was mostwonderful. It was Wonder Land to Tottie. The great whitecliffs were -strange and wonderful. Tottie used to wonder

who the wonderful people were who made them tower up sovery strong and so very high. She admired greatly too thewisdom of whoever made them, because they kept the wholeof that "great, great, great-oh! ever so great" sea fromcoming up over the dry land where the houses were builtfor people to live in. The great solemn roar which came upwith the waves when they rose higher than usual, and theirtops were white with foam, used to make her wonder; andshe used to wonder how th6 sun got alight again in themorning, after it had gone right down over its head into thewater on the evening before, making the waves all redbecause it was so hot. She used to wonder at the noisein some of the shells when papa put them to her ear, it wasso like the distant murmur of the sea. She used to wonderat the varied forms and colours of the seaweeds; and sheused to wonder and laugh at and pity the poor little babycrabs who had strayed away from their mammas and papas,and were so frightened of her great little feet that theywould scramble along quite frantically, and get right downunder the sand out of their way. She used to wonderwhether some of the seaweed crackled so when she walkedon it because it was angry with her for doing so. She usedto wonder why, and how, when that seaweed was hung upat home, it told them that the wet weather was coming, orwhen the dry warm weather was going to leave us.

STORIES TOLD ON THE BEACH.In another of these Tottie stories we spoke of our littleheroine's nursemaid, Polly, and told you how Polly was oncein the service of a family who travelled in foreign lands,taking Polly with them. Now, when Tottie was tired ofrunning and dancing, laughing and singing; looking for newwonders, and gathering the pretty shells cast up by thewaves, she used to sit down on the beach beside Polly, whoused to tell her nice little stories about the foreign lands shehad seen.One of these stories was about the Pyrenees. " In thesegreat high mountains," Polly began."Not so high as these," said Tottie, pointing to the cliffsbehind them." Oh! ever and ever and EVER so much higher," saidPolly, boldly, raising her voice every time she said "ever,"and lifting her hands higher and higher as if even the bareremembrance of their height astonished her.Then Tottie looked from Polly's raised hands to the topof the cliff behind them, and her lips parted and her eyesopened wider and rounder in silent wonder."I remember our going up among these high mountainsonce," said Polly; " our little girl had a donkey, and her maand her aunt had horses. Master walked, and so did I. Wehad two guides. We rode through a place called Aste, andpast a ruined castle, and up a road so steep that I thoughtwe should never get to the top of it. But when we did get

to the top of it-oh my! what a sight that was to see!There was a mountain going right up into the sky. Thenext path we went up was too steep for the horses to climb,so we had to leave them, with the donkey, in the care of aboy whom the guides had brought with them. Then wewent slowly up, up, up, oh! ever and ever so high, until weall got so tired, except Minnie-that was my little girl's namethen-for she was carried-that we were obliged to sit downby the roadside in a forest, and have a long rest."STottie listened .wonderingly to all this. "I went up agreat hill like that once," said she. "It was when we wentto London. It was in Greenwich Park."Then Polly burst out laughing."At last," said Polly, " we got to a little town in themountains, and very stiff and tired we all were, and veryglad we all were to get to bed, I can tell you.""Ah that's just like us," said Tottie; "how tired Iwas when we went to that mountain in Greenwich Park!"POLLY AT ROME.Amongst other stories told to Tottie on the sea beachby Polly was that of how Polly was once taken by hermaster and mistress to Rome, and what she saw there.Tottie used to listen intently to all her little nursemaidsaid about the great and beautiful stone palaces, andtemples, and theatres, which were all so grand and wonder-

ful, but all so desolate and in ruins. It used to puzzle herto hear how trees grew on the tops and out of the sidesof the broken walls, which were so rugged, and thick, andstrong, that they looked like rocks. She wondered whypeople let the dust of hundreds of years remain until it waspiled up so high that great halls and lofty rooms were allburied under it deep down out of sight; and she wanted toknow why people let the grass grow over the broken frag-ments of stone which was cut and beautifully carved by thepeople who died, " 0! ever and ever so long ago-hundredsupon hundreds of years before Our Saviour was born," asPolly said:'j'Tottie used to think what a very long way a mile is towalk when Polly told her of a street in Rome, called theCorso, which is a mile long, and then she used to wonderwhat that street would look like if she could only see it.And when she did this her sweet little baby face would lookso uncomfortably wise, that it used to make Polly laugh andgive Tottie a hearty kiss. It was so funny.Tottie quite envied Polly when Polly told her about thewonderful Roman picture galleries she saw, and gave glowingaccounts of the grand old paintings and statues. And Tottiegrew quite bewildered when she heard about the Vatican,about staircases-" 0 ever and ever so wide!"-running-out here and in there, and up, and down, and in every direc-tion to and from immensely large lofty rooms, some in front,some on each side, and some behind, and some in everydirection, opening one into another, "just like a maze."Then Polly used to tell of the country round aloutRome, of miles upon miles of ruins, arches, pillars, andbroken walls, in endless numbers; of lovely lakes and rivers,

beautiful woods, and wild, rocky caves; of lofty mountainsand flashing waterfalls; and of the great sea beyond themall, lying still and calm and deeply blue in the bright hotsunlight. How Tottie loved to hear of such things, to besure! She used to listen and look into the sky until shefancied she could see all of them in the clouds; until goinghome and to bed they came back to her in confused dreams,which were all gone and forgotten long before waking-uptime came in the morning.----Polly used to tell her t4o about the people, and how lazythey seemed, and how fond they were of sitting and lollingabout on the grass in the sunshine, some of them withpretty little dark-skinned babies, such as you may see in ournext picture of Roman peasants; and Tottie was as wellpleased to hear about such things as she was about theruins, and the streets, and the Vatican, and the picturegalleries, and all the other things which Polly had to tellabout that great and ancient city called Rome. 1-